Vargorn
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Player: Tarne
Character Full Name: Vargorn Amberglade
Character In-Game Name: Vargorn
Nickname(s): "Dark Eye"
Association(s): Elves of Darnassus
Race: Night Elf
Class: Hunter
Age: 350
Sex: Male
Hair: long, white.
Eyes: Silver
Weight: 200lb
Height: 7'2
Other: He walks around with a hooded face and a black owl on his shoulder.
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Appearance
Any dark robes, or leather attire to blend into the darkness.
Personality
Like many Night Elves, he doesn't have too much trust for the lesser races, he often sticks to the woods of Ashenvale and his night elf allies. Vargorn can be a good friend and a helpful companion on any mission, no way will he ever consort with the enemy of his people, much less, even speak to them, he has been known amoung his friends and allies as "Dark Eye" for when he kills an enemy, he seems to emerge from nowhere amoungst the shadows, not a word is said as he stares down his dieing enemy and finishes them, or lets them suffer their fate. Some would call Vargorn unmerciful when it comes to Orcs, but he does have good reason, in his mind. In battle Vargorn is a man of no words, and no mercy, it is not often he will spare the life of an enemy.
History
Childhood: Vargorn was a happy child born in the great Mount Hyjal. Vargorn was the son of a young druid and a young huntress. Vargorn and his brother, Vangor often competed growing, sibling rivalry really, but they were also best friends, always looking out for each other and helping one another. When Vargorn and Vargorn were still young, they were given the choice by their parents to learn one of the two professions, Druidism, or hunting. Vargorn chose the ways of hunting, the whole patience required for druidism was too much for him, hunting would be an easier task to handle. As for Vangor, he chose Druidism, Vangor was always smarter and more patient than his brother, and so the two trained in the different paths for years, competing to see who was better at what, all at the same time.
Coming of age: From the years and years of training, the brothers Amberglade grew quite different from eachother from when they were kids, Vargorn was quick, balanced, and swift thinking, whislt Vangor was patient, calm, peaceful, yet strong and couragous. Vargorn lived a sedintary life within the mountain's ranges, hunting small, to midsized game all of his life, but having fun with it, he was happy, he had a great family, many friends, and a natural talent with his bow. Vargorn had learned much over the years of numerous trains, and also his mother, the huntress. Vangor had also lived a peaceful life in the mountains, studying, learning of nature and it's mysterious magics and laws, and he helped support the family through his merchant work, selling different herbs and spices. Vargorn also supported his family, trading furs for food and currency, and also hunting for the food himself. Truely, their parents were proud of what their boys had become.
Adulthood/present day: Years and years of peace only lasted so long, the battle for Mount Hyjal had come, and war was unleashed in the mountain, where the brothers Amberglade lived. The Amberglades fought valiantly against the legions forces with their allies, but failed, the brothers Amberglade fled, and their parents were lost forever...
The brothers thought and thought of where to go, traveling for a good while by themselves, unable to salvage a map or any materials from their destroyed home. The brothers used their combined life skills to survive the wilds, until they reached santuary, a while later, in Ashenvale Forest, where Vargorn has lived ever since. In the recent years, the Warsong Orcs had started harvesting resources in the forest, leading to frequent battles between the elves and orcs. One day Vargorn and Vangor were hunting for food and fur for warmth in the wilds, when they were suddenly ambushed by orcs. The brothers Amberglade fought a long battle, killing a good number of orcs, but were too weak to fight on. Vangor looked to his fallen brother with a frown as they lie on the ground awaiting their merciless defeat, he spoke softly to Vargorn, "M-my brother...we have been through much these years... we saw our own parents die, our home destroyed, and yet here we are, we still have eachother. We have argued much as brothers often do but, I love you brother, and as the older sibling...I must protect you, for your the only thing I have left...run my brother, find your inner strength and run...do not worry about me, if I die, then that only means Elune didn't have plans for my life any further, but if you live, you can help our people, you must, now go...just run...they will not kill you." Vargorn hesitated as he weakly got up, and started to bolt back to his home, the Orcs began to chase him, but his brave brother Vangor, rised as well, summoning a mass around of roots to stop them, that site was the last time Vargorn ever saw his brother...he never heard from or saw him again...but to this day, he searches for his brother, giving the dead eye to Orcs, vowing to himself to do his best to avoid them, or consort with them.
...Is Vangor still alive? Or is Vargorn wasting his life away?...The possibilities are unknown...
"I am the Dark Eye, I slay the orcs of my forest, I am the protector, I am the savior, and I am the seeker, do not forget my face, it may be the last thing you will ever see in your dieing moments..."
